When the night falls

This edition interviewed, Cristiane Assis, a gynecologist expertise in Fetal Medicine, talks about fetal malformation. Based on her words, we make the following comments.

When night falls, we are unprepared. The dream of a healthy child falls apart. There are also the projects of a happy childhood, a laughing growth, a concrete development of youth.

Fathers, grandparents, brothers, the whole family devastated, because the little boy is a malformed fetus. The night is present because the senses are disturbed and the feeling of helplessness plagues the heart. But we are not alone. Our protectors watch over our sleep, talking to us. The problem is the tuning. Deep-seated depression and incomprehensible revulsion hinder the use of intuition.

The night falls apart when noble feelings are concentrated in balance: love, hope, faith. An experience that seems meaningless, an almost helplessness of God can be reinterpreted through the filter of those noble feelings that support and ennoble. The revolt can be transformed into resignation; the depression in hope. With the protection of the protectors the faith is recovered.

The spirit is not, as we know, immune to this quite tragedy. The simple information of the law of action and reaction does not necessarily have repercussions on our hearts. The spirit, therefore, is not, unfortunately, indene to the revolt.

Every experience that affects the heart is an opportunity for learning. Our protectors know the sacrifice involved in this process of fetal malformation, and they are willing to do everything possible to quell this pain.

Fetal malformation is a clearly atonement phenomenon. It is part of the reincarnating program of reincarnating spirit and parents, if not the whole family. It is a shared pain, just as love is shared. In the order of feelings, it is like a sword stuck in the hearts of the parents. It is an announced pain, but forgotten within the fantasies that surround the future of the baby.

"In my practice, I have seen mothers who are tired of caring their handicapped children, but all grateful for the learning they provided them during such a heavy journey." (Cristiane Assis, in the interview cited).

It has been said that mother’s love is love that has been acclimated. When immune to the dark night of the soul, it is able to promote miracles of caring and affection. Motherly love resists any discouragement, any despair, and any hopelessness.

"I met sad mothers because they lost their malformed babies still intrauterine or a few days after giving birth, but their hearts were relieved to have offered them as much love as they could during the time they had with them." (Cristiane Assis, in the interview cited)

There is enormous sadness when one loses a child, and in this no one is excluded, except that the most enlightened people do not turn the loss into suffering or despair.

Sadness was sacred on the mount of olive trees. Love knows no loss. It aggregates rather than disperses. A sweet feeling, love seeks to unite and enfold, weeding all sorrows.

"Life, even imperfect, has its beauty and it gives us empathy and love in its movements." (Cristiane Assis, in the interview cited)

The bosom of a mother cherishing her offspring is the proper image of the nativity, and any resemblance to the affection with which Jesus was received by Mary is not, of course, mere coincidence.